Naked Woman Sings.

My lover's hoe is a bore-
It falters whilst in my vineyard,
Its firm stave wanes whilst down low--
With every thrust,
Sweating,
Panting,
But thirsty for goods still...

Ablaze...
I moan and gasp with pleasure--
Fueling him,
With me to the sky to fly;
With the rhythmic thrusts,
O, he crumbles...
His heydays long gone;
And sex prodigy eroded.

Aides plunge in expertly,
With sharp-edged sledges:
They cut through painfully,
Plough and plough and plough...
I'm turned over and over,
And dangerously folded like piece of paper,
Whilst blasting it open--
Deeper and deeper and deeper...
And caressing my bulging milk bags-- carefully like a bridal gift,
I cry gayly;
I moan for more and more...